Serendipity

    Yesterday, Margaret brought Dad's second wallet, which she had had for some reason for at least the past two and a half months. She brought it because it held Dad's doctor appointment cards, and he thought he had some appointments upcoming which needed canceling. (He was right.) Meanwhile, the dialysis facility needed Dad's Medicare and Blue Cross cards, or copies thereof. For some reason, they called William to ask. For some other reason, he came out to visit rather than just call me on the cell. I looked in Dad's emergency backup wallet, and there were his Medicare and Blue Cross cards, which we never in a million years would have found if Margaret hadn't happened to bring his wallet that day. I ran them down to the dialysis facility for the social worker to copy, and all is well with the world. Serendipity!